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( closed ) PLAYER PLOT: STILL WATERS
WHO: Alistair, Herian, Myr, Nell, Prompto, Saoirse, Wren.
WHAT: ( Plot post ) Shady rumours concerning the Tranquil lead to a remote Circle in the Northern Anderfels. Its relative isolation from the rest of Thedas has prevented news from reaching the Inquisition sooner. Our crack team investigates.
WHEN: forward dated, around 21st-ish Cloudreach
WHERE: Salzklippe, the Anderfels.
NOTES: Content Warning for violence, murder, and other grim Dragon Age things. The grief demon threads in particular include themes of death, suicide, and gore. Please add additional warnings to subject lines where necessary.
WHAT: ( Plot post ) Shady rumours concerning the Tranquil lead to a remote Circle in the Northern Anderfels. Its relative isolation from the rest of Thedas has prevented news from reaching the Inquisition sooner. Our crack team investigates.
WHEN: forward dated, around 21st-ish Cloudreach
WHERE: Salzklippe, the Anderfels.
NOTES: Content Warning for violence, murder, and other grim Dragon Age things. The grief demon threads in particular include themes of death, suicide, and gore. Please add additional warnings to subject lines where necessary.
  — Making the approach (group thread) — Into the catacombs (individual starters) — Discovering the lake (group thread) — Into the tower (individual starters) — Bossfight (multiple group-ish) — Later Stuff (individual starters) FOR GROUP THREADS: in order to keep threads moving, I will be aiming to do a GM tag once every 24 hours. Don't worry about a strict tagging order, but please don't tag more than three times every 24 hours, just to make sure no one gets left behind. |
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He wants to protect her from this. But maybe this isn't his battle to fight.
The things they speak of - well, Prompto's no genius but it doesn't take one to put two and two together. It's something to be spoken of later, when they're out of here and away from this. As worrisome as this information is, it doesn't change his opinion of Saoirse. It certainly doesn't make him want to get her out of here and away from this creature any less. Though given the crack of electricity in the air, Saoirse's about ready to throw down the gauntlet. Atta girl. "We just wanna get outta here. No one's gotta get hurt." A last ditch attempt at a peaceful end to this, though even Prompto, ever the optimist, has little faith it'll work. Enough so that even as he says that, one hand remains on Saoirse's arm while the other drifts to his back, fingers blindly grasping for his gun.
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A glance to Saoirse. "But our song is so conceited, she does not care if the hurts are her own. She cares only for the suffering of others, but she has not seen her oldest friend walking on coals for so long." Leaning a little closer to Saoirse, she murmurs, "your sister is ready to set herself ablaze. To burn as surely as I did, and you have been blind to that, as well."
Flame licks across the palm of her hand, but the skin does not redden, nor blister. "You will not miss this burning, though."
Her palm slams hard into Prompto's chest, holding the growing flame against his sternum, as her other hand grips the back of his head, fingers seizing his hair to prevent his escape, as the embers and flames of her hand are pressed harder.
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But her attention isn't on him, and while he refuses to move away, he keeps quiet to let Saoirse make her own stand. The demon seems more focused on her anyway, and Saoirse doesn't need anyone to speak for her.
Oh but how wrong he turns out to be. He only notes the flame in her hand for a moment before it slams into him. A choked sound comes out unbidden before his brain realizes what just happened. His body spasms, trying to buck her off. Luckily his leather chest plate is taking the worst of it but already his chest is growing hot and painful from the heat seeping through. "Let go of me!" He tries thrashing and pushing her off, but her grip is too strong.
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Her staff has remained tightly clutched in her hand since they have arrived in this place but she has not bothered to raise it until now. The very essence of entropic magic seems to be seeping from her as she reacts, turning the staff over in her hands and aiming the blade for the charred empty socket in "Carys'" head without a pause of thought. All that mattered in the moment was protecting Prompto.
It is is why she does not hesitate to also reach out and attempt to wrestle the hand held against Prompto's sternum. If there is pain, it registers but she does not flinch away and holds her ground through gritted teeth. She doesn't have the brute strength, she knows but if her attack lands then perhaps it'll be enough to for the force of telekinetic energy as she casts mind blast to separate them all.
cw: body horror
Her other hand reaches out to grab the staff, and Carys turns to Saoirse in their struggle, both of them anchored by Prompto and the staff. She is about to speak when the telekinetic spell hits, and though it does not blast her back, it is enough to make her release Prompto. It is also enough to make her head snack backwards, hanging unnaturally, spine apparently snapped. For a moment the hand that gripped Prompto simply hangs in the air, and the one holding the staff remains holding, before the grip tightens, and Lupeo swings Carys' head back into place.
"Your time comes, Saoirse."